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letra de 7000 fast - lazer dim 700

[intro]
f-ck, sh-t

[verse]
catch me in a f-ckin’ alley, stick hang out my jacket
stop all that cappin’ in your rappin’, you ain’t had no battle
b-tch, i’m in the field right now, we catch ’em right now
lil’ bro know he ain’t gon’ dump that pole so put that pipe down
b-tch, i bet i cut up, bet i trip out, you won’t come back out
12, they tryna run me down, bl!cks all in my f-ckin’ house
h-lla gangnem run you down, chase you to yo’ f-ckin’ house
you ain’t get no f-ckin’ money, start yo’ b-roll over
i got a arp with strap, i hang it on my shoulder
told a f-ckin’ opp to drop the map, fast gang get ’em clapped
uh, me and lil’ gang runnin’ laps, n-ggas really get capped
had to switch my phone, my phone tapped, now i’m runnin’ out
b-tch, i can’t ride ’round with these semis, fast gang trippin’
lil’ 7000, i don’t got no f-cks, give a f-ck about ya
b-tch, i can’t pop out with thesе bl!cks, b-tch, i’m high as sh-t
p-ssy boy, you really is a fan, b-tch, you bump 7000
b-tch, it’s a nightmare when i pop out, pop out f-ckin’ wilin’
choppеr cut ya sh-t up real bad, glizzy real small
baby glizzy 43, stuff it in my draws
talkin’ ’bout you want smoke with fast, you ain’t got no chance
i can’t even go ride forreal ’cause 12 be on my f-ckin’ ass
lazer dim merch, get a shirt, gangnem go berserk
12 of them bl!cks and sh-t, i’m alert, 7000 murks
uh, bet i cut up with a bl!ck, cut up with a stick
uh, hollow points inside my clip, it’s gon’ cut ya sh-t
stop all that playin’ round with reaps, ‘fore they do a sweep
lil’ 7000, b-tch, i’m livin’ rough, b-tch, i play for keeps
b-tch, i came in by myself, i bet i leave with freaks
booted up inside a bnb, scammin’ like a geek
b-tch, i bet i cut up with these semis, cut up arps
top villain jump out, rock out, b-tch i’m bull sharkin’
we pop out in the dark
i got zips inside my cargos, runnin’ from the narcs
i’m ready to finish all my smoke so b-tch, let’s go to war
b-tch, i finessed the drank plug, i told him, “pour some more”
i hate poppin’ out with lil’ gang, he tryna up the score
i fell in love with touchin’ money, b-tch, i want some more
get behind some fast sh-t, push up, rush ’em, blast them
fast gang taxin’ on this f-ckin’ za
i say i got racks
i say i got racks
i say i got money
fast gang havin’ straps
no, we cannot lack, throw a f-ckin’ piggyback
you say you want smoke with gang, you say you want smoke with fast
jump out, get ’em f-cked [?], rapidfire dump, blast
b-tch, i got money now, stick make a horror sound
[outro]
f-ck

- lazer dim 700

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